Tragic Love Poem for this Short Glory Season

to-dos
breath-paused, sun-warmed
books under pink-bud boughs
hyacinth, tulip, plum blossom
falling

 

NaPoWriMo Day 26. Spring-fed, draining…

Sunflower etc.

First, sprout
unfurl earth-sharp
then sunward surpassing
belief: any whispered seed might
flower

 

NaPoWriMo Day 8 prompted us to write a flower poem; Jane’s weekly challenge is to write a cinquain.

Again and Again

Numb. Cold.
Holiday lights
ring false; what cheer can blind
this world lost in self, violence?
Hush. Snow
falls slow. Our moment of silence
no answer. Can torn hearts
spill great light in
darkness?

A butterfly cinquain for Jane’s challenge #8.

Ritual

(Me)
coffee
grinding darkness
straining silence to breathe
voices coaxed from wraiths fiery dreams
fading

(You)
forty-seven years—
you will not certainly die
without orange juice

“Ritual poem” was our prompt for Day 15 of the PAD Chapbook Challenge.